inger puts on the happiest face whether the snow is one inch deep or ten inches deep. And even when she gets those little snowballs between her toes (you can see them on her left foot), she prances on. Eventually, though, those little snowballs become too packed and she stops and lifts up her paws and tries to figure out what in the heck is going on.
So we go inside for a bit and let them melt by the fire. Then she starts whining to go out again so she can do more dashing through the snow.